that RE's don't tell you when you've had a failed FET..
Is that your period, when it finally decides to show itself, is a lot like the Hoover Dam being released across Nevada.
Holy shit-it was like a crime scene in the toilet. If I had some chalk and police tape I'd have had to cordon off the bathroom and drawn an outline around the bowl. Not to be too gross (who am I kidding, it's an infertility blog, right? You all can handle it), but I was spotting for a day or so leading up to what I like to call "Bloodapalooza 2006", and when I sat down on the throne first thing Wednesday morning, it literally poured out of my whoo-ha. I'm totally serious-it just fell out. Blood, huge clots and all. I could have probably gotten a half-pint out of it and sent it to the blood bank, it was that much. It was the second most disgusting thing that ever happened to me (we won't discuss in detail the most disgusting thing-suffice it to say that it involved a seven-year old me, poop, a locked front door at my great-aunt's house, and a pair of ruined panties). I have to say that it's one of the few times in my life that I've regretted being female.
Apparently, it's "normal", due to the Estrace/PIO cocktail. Isn't it funny that what is considered "normal" in the IF world means "freak" to the rest of the child-bearing world?
Well, at least I more than likely raised the stock value of the company that makes Tampax. See, there are some benefits to infertility. Now, if I could only get my hands on some shares......